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HousePlant<\/h4>\n\n\n\n
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Gray sky, gray interior, black and white cars, box houses, modern world.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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Gray skies. Gray interiors. Black-and-white cars. Prefabricated houses.
This is not a city \u2014 it\u2019s a system of surfaces.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In its geometry sits a sphinx cat: angular, still, suspended between ornament and survival. She doesn\u2019t belong to nature \u2014 she belongs to the grid. Her form echoes the edges of walls, windows, and standardized rooms. She is not wild. She is designed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Look closer: she doesn\u2019t stare back \u2014 she reflects. In her silence, you see your own dependence on structure, your own fragility masked by function. She is not a pet. She is a symptom \u2014 of how we\u2019ve traded instinct for infrastructure, autonomy for arrangement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Minimal in form, maximal in implication: this work asks \u2014 what does it mean to exist when survival requires architecture? When life becomes decoration?<\/p>\n<\/details>\n\n\n\n

Process<\/summary>\n
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